Hunting Once More
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I had dreamed of taking him. Dreamed of just ripping away all that pride, all that ego, throwing him down off his lofty perch and showing him, just once, that he was nothing more than a collared fucktoy to me. I had been dreaming of that for months... and then someone, somewhere, smiled.
He told me he was going to spend a week here.
No, it's not serious, not literal, not yet. I've a fantasy running around in my brain, of turning someone's world around, leaving him breathless, hopeless, so nearly broken that he can't imagine any life but one spent at my feet... but not completely broken. Not enough to destroy that beautiful spark, the creativity and intelligence that attract me.
I dream of that, tonight. Not Kadin - been doing that for a while. Not Nre, goddess knows that's complicated enough. And no women, I'm already stressed out enough ways, I don't need the added frustration.
So tonight I dream of him. I'll imagine meeting him in a hotel room, his eyes when he sees me, velvet collar, strong leather cuffs... and that little teasing smile, I'll joke and jest him into trying them on. And lock them in place. And lock the door.
"You brought this on yourself," I'd say, stalking around him, that quick smooth walk. "You've been tempting me, teasing me, you should have known better than to do that. This is your own doing. Your own fault. You ASKED for this."
And he wouldn't protest. Because he knows he did. Even now, reading this - I'm sure he'll at least glance at it - he knows that secretly he's begged me a hundred times over to use him. To take the sort of pleasure from him that I have such a hard time finding anywhere. He wants to please me, that's what makes it such a tease. He WANTS to give in...
...but he won't. Not willingly.
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